Respect the X

Juornal writing

Today i was tyoping out placment juornals when i had the chance to talk to a former herion addict about drugs, war and irish history.

He was handsome and forthright in his views, discussing things in a way that my people in ottawa stopped doing when the television came on.

He asked for my email but it was already written along with the title of my of my all tim favourites "war patriotism and peace."

When printing of a juornal I ran across a girl named jess, a single mother training to be a graphic designer who had turned me down for a date before christmas.

I asked how she was, and she said

"I'm still pretty busy"

Wich mean't too busy to go out, thuogh i wan't going to ask her again. In truth, talking to her at the printer, I was anxious to get back to the young man sitting beside me who had so dazled me with his easy irish way.

I he hans't meailed me, but i'd be fine if he didn't. His converation was an oasis in a very hectic day, and he calmed me in my dislike for poeple who disagree with a certain of my political opinions.

i still have hope that I will have sex with Jess, the sigle mother, and that i will see the young man again outside of school.

Thuogh wich of these experiences i wish for more, or look forard to the most is a question for me to wrestle with whie I wait for them to call.

Roberto Shamasio

Rolo was the flavor of the icecream

Awfull pseudo duoble date thursday

My roomate says to me, Holms, that girl wants to meet us at the bowling alley and she has a goth firend, well I don't know if sh'es goth but she wears a huge mauonto f makup

I'm pretty pysched so I say yes

We get there and his date is pretty hot, thuogh 5 miniuts upon arrival he tells me that this is the firrst time he has seen her sober and he doesn't like what he sees.

So he ignores her all night

The hot girls friend is a little we bit pudgy, and 11 years younger than myself, but she has peircings wich is cool. Her age ensures, that I'm not getting laid that night, but I never realy do so I can live with going without.

When hanging out with younger people I usually enjoy their outhfull energy, optimism and generational perspective.

My blind date however was pouty, didn't have much enerrgy for much and didn't have a perspective on anything.

Atually she was enthusaistic about 80's hair metel. I tried to go with that and explianed how hair metal was product of 80's era of reagenomics and moral certainty but she didn't seem interested.

So I drank and drank and kept drinking.

The night ended with my roomates date being called an asshole, and me puking into a half eaten tub of icecream

Decorating

I just now figured out how to fix up my walls in my room.

I'm watching a fantstic documentry about the history of Mnachesters factory records,

If I have to tear down other documetnries to give this doucmentry a leg up. I'm going to compare it to the fuck awfull "the filth and the fury", wich was a cheap,lazy, ugly, largely piontless effort to express the beutiful unconventiality of the sex pistols.

The facory records documentry on the other hand is clean,fast pasted, deailed, witty and entertaining. This film captures the time and the place of 1980's mnachester, and the soundtrack is amazing. What I like best is the amuont of truly beutifull still photography in the film.

And the film inspired me to make, as wall hanging, a red and gold version of Joy divisions cover album, "unknown pleasures".

Factory records, a pleaure to watch

Unknown pelasers a joy to listen too

To Plagerize or not to Plagerize?

In the Name of Almighty God-the All-Knowing, the Most Lovingly ‎Compassionate

Since my last post on the blog, a few months have passed. But this doesn't ‎mean that I have not been keeping my promise of spending fifteen minutes per week ‎on it. As a matter of fact, I have spent more than the allocated time on the blog. The ‎magnitude of the reception and acclamation from the viewers was beyond ‎expectations. So I had to decide how to spend the limited time that I have allocated ‎for the blog; should I write new notes or respect those viewers who kindly and ‎generously have shared their thoughts and opinions with me and sent messages and read ‎their numerous received messages. ‎

‎***‎

I am apologetic to those who have been waiting for my new posts, but ‎fortunately overall, the analysis of the messages has got to a point that I can start ‎writing here again. ‎

I would like to use this opportunity and ask those of you who intend to send ‎me messages through blog, to make it as brief as you can. Thank you.

Fuck I'm back

Keeping a paper journal is fuck and so I'm back even if people close to me are reading about what shit I am.

I wrote a fantastic email to my friend Mike, and told him the blog would be back up over Christmas. Mike tells me that getting the blog up is good news and that I should be a writer though I could use an editor.

As for Mike saying that I need an editor, that sounds a bit like a pot calling the kettle black but I'll take compliments where I can get them. I like my style. In the heat passion a friend of mine likened my style to the works of Andy Worhol.
Not a huge Worhol fan but I'll take compliments where I can get them.
Mike is a fantastic writer, and I don't think that he needs an editor either.

Pictures on all entries will follow.

Roberto Shamasio